Color for a Blind Man - Part 3: The Cycle

The weight of the world
Would break a beggars back
The prison of the mind
Foundations ready to crack
Push against the concrete
And the firmament will fall
Upon its breaking rubble
The lot of us stand tall
Upon the powerlines
That weaves beneath the fall
A web of spider lies
Can you hear my freedom call
Electric impulses
That beat against my chest
When I am done
I lay my weary head to rest
The congregate that keeps the key
That opens up the path
Split the skies wide to reveal
The ancients giants wrath
A million stars a billion years
Come falling down to me
We fall
Swimming through
The ink black sea
Towards myself
To embrace my sanity again
And find serenity
The cycle always finds a way
When everything around you breaks
Wherever you go
Walk carefully around the glass shards
Until you trip and fall unto them
Taste the blood that slowly trickles out
Watch yourself perish within yourself

Written by:
Vegard Fotland

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